Sure, with the language fumbles and goofy demeanor, it seems like he could be clowning (or, er, “crowning”) for uncomfy laughs, but for some reason–with that twinkle in his eye–I don’t neccesarily feel like the joke is on him.

And lawd knows, going tit-for-tat with the weirdtastic Conan O’Brien is no easy task. Somehow, Pang’s lightning-quick reflexes have him steady and ready to return O’Brien’s shots–whether they come in the form of a zinger or a fencing foil.

Sorry, I can’t enjoy anything from Conan O’Brien since I saw the Triumph the Insult Comic Dog sketch where Triumph goes to Chinatown during Chinese New Year a couple years back. I don’t think I can remember a much more genuinely mean-spirited bunch of “jokes” towards Asians on TV than that, and that’s saying a lot. Also, Conan’s show is where Sarah Silverman got her “chink” joke through with no bleeping.